Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(41)
When Joe breaks contact, I growl my disappoint. He spins me, facing away from him and I notice that we’re at the edge of my bed. Wanting his lips, I try to turn, but he holds me still. Joe dips his right hand down, sliding it under my dress and gently rubs my sex. As he returns his lips to mine, my ass presses into his erection. My left hand reaches up and my fingers tangle in his hair while my right hand reaches around to his firm, right butt cheek. Each time my body dances with the movement of his hand playing between my legs, Joe’s groin presses harder into me.
Joe disconnects his lips from mine once both of his hands encase my sex. I try to turn to face him again, but he blocks me. When Joe’s hands shift again, I feel his right hand sweeping my hair off my neck just before his lips taste my skin. He steadies my head in place, as his tongue explores my neck. My brain finally surrenders to his direction, allowing him to lead. Ten seconds later, Joe is lowering the zipper to my dress. He meticulously lowers each strap with painstaking precision, moving them barely a centimeter at a time before they roll off the edges of my shoulders, forcing the dress to immediately fall to the floor.
His hand slowly slip across my skin, with one hand returning to my sex while the other glides over and around my breasts and nipples. Joe’s mouth returns to the nape of my neck, gradually moving down my spine. Shifting his hands to my hips, Joe is suddenly kneeling behind me. He nips at my left buttock with his teeth, making me jump slightly. My hands play with my breasts as Joe’s mouth inspects each of my cheeks, biting me just enough on each one occasionally when he isn’t kissing them.
One of my hands dips down to my sex when I feel Joe leisurely lowering one side of my panties followed by the other until they surround my ankles. He guides me to shift my weight from one leg to the other, releasing the panties and removing my shoes.
Joe’s lips return to my skin on the edges of my ass, traveling up my spine and diligently proceeding upward to my neck and shoulders. He presses his body into mine, guiding me to move closer to the bed until I can’t step forward anymore. Reluctant to break contact, I lean forward, placing my hands on the bed so I can kneel. A sudden rush of elation floods my body — a new position.
My expectations are quickly squashed when I look back as Joe prompts me to flip over. His mouth immediately converges with my sex, washing away my disappointment instantaneously. Joe’s tongue and fingers dive in, striking the very locations that bring me to orgasm.
While Joe licks his fingers clean from my release, I sit up and get to work on his belt. Joe and I stare at each other with eager anticipation as we both work to get him naked. Just before I get the chance to taste the pre-cum I see on the tip of his penis, Joe starts putting the condom on. Bending down and catching my waist, he shifts me back on the bed as his mouth returns to mine.
I gasp when Joe’s penis breeches the rim of my cave, gradually slipping in deeper. With slow, rhythmic thrusts, Joe takes his time. I notice him watching me when our lips release each time as if he’s studying every reaction I have to his body touching me. My second orgasm arrives quickly.
Joe alters his position when Sadie jumps on the bed where he’s kneeling straight up, with his cock still inside of me. My body rings from a new sensation as he holds onto my hips, waiting to see where Sadie will end up.
When Joe yanks on my hips a second time, pulling me toward him to make sure he doesn’t pop out, I announce my desire. “Again,” I pant.
Joe begins to lower himself and I lift my hand to stop him.
“No,” I direct.
He gives me a quizzical look.
“Stay up,” I explain.
Joe obliges when I direct his hands back to my hips once he’s kneeling again.
“Yes,” I confirm. “Just like that.”
Joe eases into rhythmic pulses as if he’s not sure about my level of enjoyment. It doesn’t take long for my moans to reassure him. His thrusts become harder and faster when I raise my pelvis up slightly, allowing him better access. My right hand jumps to my clit, feverishly rubbing.
“Don’t . . . stop . . .” I cry as I feel the release building inside.
The orgasm rushes into my body, causing convulsions and moans that reverberate throughout my frame to escape my mouth. Joe lowers, kissing me sweetly as my body finishes pulsating.
“That sounded like a good one,” Joe comments, grinning from ear to ear.
“Mmmm hmmm,” I concur, unable to vocalize any other sound.
“I’ll make sure we do that position again,” he notifies.
“Good,” I agree.
Joe returns his mouth to my neck, taking his time tasting me as he entwines our fingers. He returns to the slow, rhythmic thrusts into my body, and all I can do is drink up the euphoria coursing through me.
Enjoying ourselves, we don’t rush. Joe takes his time like he doesn’t want this moment to end. My body shivers each time Joe pumps into me, sensitive to each caress on every inch of my body, especially on the inside.
As the next orgasm stirs inside of me, I can tell Joe is getting closer too by the way he groans and the slight increase of his thrusts.
“God . . . I love the way you feel,” he whispers into my ear.
Several more thrusts and Joe groans, orgasming with me.
As we lay connected after our release, my brain wakes back up. Did Joe just say what I think he said? No. No. Yet, he did use the L word. Shit. I don’t care how he used it. He used it with me — that can’t happen.